It's a little boring when the clock ticks Day by day
And it's a little be hard when everybody knows your name
It's a little bit exhausting when the boys chase you around
And the little boys chase the little girls to play
And everybody's laughing likes it's a lovely place
Now I'm awfully concerned please take me away
But no one can have fun, I said no one can have fun with this tiny little nothing town.
It's hard when there's drama and your stuck in between
Because everybody takes your story and makes it as they please
It's hard to make trust and it's hard to find love in this little old nothing town
And boy do the people hate you
And boy do the people decorate you
'Cause you show there's something more then this tiny little old town
Everyone knows each other and that's to stressful for me
when I can't go to the store not dressed for a scene
And the men believe that you can only be what they want you to be
So here i sit searching for answers to why people stay in this tiny little nothing town
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Falling for myself
PoetryA series of story's and poem of similar to my life. This story's kinda my personal diary, but it's mostly just me trying to learn how to love myself
